Terry Crews Novels & Stories

"I'm heading to Zomber Tower to meet Kit Jameson. You said it's the Bleeders' territory, yes? You can bring some boys over!" "Alright!" Terry nodded without hesitation, and Frank could hear him barking over the phone, "Time to earn your paycheck, boys! Mr. Lawrence is kicking down Zomber Tower—if you can move, you're coming along!" "Wait, don't bring everyone." Frank quickly stopped Terry. "Just bring a handful." "What? A handful?" Terry was perplexed. "But, sir… They'll eat us alive with so few of us!" "Don't worry," Frank replied calmly. "I'm more than enough against the Bleeders. You and your boys are just coming over to clean up the mess."

I wasn’t really interested in that right now, and I would be more upset with Terry was simply calling me just because he found another woman to warm his bed. “Am I supposed to know her?” I asked. “I can’t believe you right now, Chase,” Terry said lightly. “What about her?” I was forced to ask. “She is one of the country’s best managers, Chase, so much so that she has been hired out of the city…maybe that is why you don’t know about her,” Terry said, and I began to suspect where he was going with this. “She has managed the likes of Tom Gravey, Atom Wilberforce, John Elmarim, and her last player was Stan Metrix,” he added.

He has shouldered the burden of their strained relationship, taking responsibility for the wrongdoings that have been attributed to Jay. "No, I did not," Terry replies calmly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "What is bothering you?" Terry's question is an invitation for Jay to express his concerns and share the weight that has been troubling him. Despite their differences, Terry's actions demonstrate his unwavering support and willingness to listen, acting as a beacon of love and understanding for his younger brother.

"Andreeeeeeeeeeew!!!!!!!" A man with blonde and spiky hair shouted when he saw Andrew in the distance with Karl, Nelson, and Troy. He immediately ran towards him with his arms wide ready to hug Andrew. "Terry-" Andrew’s greeting to his friend was immediately interrupted by Karl. He was stretching his long right arm forward with his palm up-front enough to touch Terry’s chest and stopped him from advancing towards Andrew. Terry is one of Andrew’s teammates from middle school. Aside from his blonde and spiky hair, he has hooded-shaped eyes with a pair of brown eyes. He is a bit shorter than Karl. His personality is childish and extremely energetic. He's not one to take things seriously.

He believes in doing what is right and joined Zieve's team as he loves adventures. Last but, not the least.... Terry- He is 6ft tall, blue eyes, brown hairs and looks like a twin brother of Joe in terms of height and looks. But, Joe is leaner and Terry is more muscular. He is more like Morgan and Zieve in terms of built. He is 23 years old and quite good at weapons. He wanted to join military but as he comes from a rich family and is the only son, so he couldn't. His parents emotionally blackmailed him to stay and he had to give in. He had to take care of the family business but that never stopped him from practising what he loves. He got a breakthrough after meeting Zieve and joined dark Kn

Since Red Diamonds was our favourite club to hang out, both me and Allie were quite familiar with Terry who just so happened to have his shift almost every time we come here. Terry, although his real name was something else but apparently he didn't like it since he thought it wasn't as cool as his personality (his words, not mine), was in his early 20s, studying photography and in his sophomore year. He had blonde hair with green eyes and a friendly air around him that made you want to talk to him. However, there were some instances when he tried to get a little too friendly with his cool suggestive innuendos that made me want to whack him upside his head. But apart from that, Terry was a bu

How was I ever going to take my rightful place as the king of the underworld in Cleveland with all these problems? † “Terry is here to see you, boss.” “Let him in.” When Terry Gonzalez came into the room moments later,he was smiling. From his smile, I expected good news. There had been enough bad news and bad luck already. “Good evening, boss.” “Sit down, Terry. I've been expecting you. Let's hope you come bearing good news.” He nodded, retrieving a camera from the bag that was slung over his shoulder.

"Huh... Is this the kind of crew that works at Happy Hill Pub as well? Although I have frequented this location, I must confess that I have never witnessed the personnel in action. Darling? Are you trying to make tonight more enjoyable by telling lies? Terry finally managed to dislodge his opponent's hand by mustering up all of his power. After that, he dashed to a distant corner of the room. Even though the light from the overhead fixture that shone on Terry's terrified face was dim, it was bright enough to make out the beads of sweat that Terry had on his forehead. "I'm truly just a waiter here!" Please make your way via the other rooms occupied by the rosehip waiters if you require furthe

She is so responsive, so sensual and well almost insatiable, really keeping me on my toes. Terry, the other male lead, and my friend, finally shows up, slumping down beside me. The director shoots him an annoyed glance. Terry leans in whispering. "Had to help get my assistant to the hospital. Poor thing got kicked by a cow, can you believe it ?" "Oh shit". I look at him, is he kidding ? I mean Terry has the weirdest kind of humor at times. But he looks serious. "Is she okay ? I mean a cow is kind of big".

It was time to bid farewell to their fallen comrade, to honor Tyler's memory and lay him to rest. In a solemn ceremony, they gathered around Tyler's final resting place, a serene clearing deep within the heart of the forest. The pack, united in their grief, stood in silent reverence as Miguel delivered a heartfelt eulogy. Tears mingled with the earth as they lowered Tyler's body into the sacred ground, each member offering a silent prayer for their departed brother.